chapter 4

XENA CARTER's POV

I FOUND myself inside the hospital, even if I still have my eyes closed I will know where I am now. It just smells, eh.

I moaned in pain as I moved. My side hurts.

I was shaken by my senses when I remembered what happened to me when I first arrived in the Philippines.

It was nice to meet me in the Philippines, eh. I heaved a sigh.

"Urgh!" I groaned in pain when I felt the pain in my wound again. I got up and leaned my back against the headboard of the hospital bed.

Am I in a private hospital room? Did Lay get here?

The door suddenly opened and I could see a doctor coming inside. I immediately close my eyes. Where is my sunglasses by the way?

"You're awake, ay sh*t! You forced yourself to get up from your bed ?! See yourself! Your wound is already bleeding!"

My ears tingled at what I heard and my forehead furrowed. Is it a doctor? Why is he cursing at me?

"Sh*t you too," I said coldly.

I heard his footsteps towards my direction. I can even smells his manly perfume. Dimwit.

He was hit by something and I felt him touch my arm which I quickly slapped.

"Don't touch me, dimwit," I told him and I heard his heavy sigh.

"Stubborn," he murmured and I rolled my eyes.

I held out my palm to her while my beautiful eyes were still closed. I don't want to show anyone my eyes. Their luck.

He grabbed my palm, I withdrew it and furrowed my forehead more.

"Why are you touching my hand? Dimwit, give me my sunglasses!" I shouted and I even heard her breathing.

"Amazon," he whispered again.

"Now you know. Come on, dimwit, my sunglasses," I said loudly but I was just calm.

Who told him to hold my hand? I just laid out so I could get my eye shield. I didn’t say touch him, tss.

"Give me alcohol, dimwit. You touch my hand and I am 100 percent that your germs --- yikes! I can't even imagine that," I said artfully.

"The art, you think is beautiful," I heard him whispering again. There was irritation in her voice.

"I heard that, dimwit."

"Oh, so you can understand. I thought you were a raw American," he said.

"You j*rk," I commented.

Explosively he put my sunglasses in my hand and I waved my hand. I felt the electricity from his hand.

"I told you not to touch me! You have a germs," ​​I said while gritting my teeth.

"I'm a doctor, amazon."

"I DIDN'T ask you that and I don't care, what else are you," I said and I put on my eye shield.

The door opened and at the same time the woman's voice asked. "What's the matter?" she asked the man.

"Your stubborn patient, look at herself. She moves herself so her wound bleeds. All she has to do is tie up so she can't move," he said and I opened my eyes.

I first saw the woman, she was probably a doctor. She is beautiful and when you look at her she looks kind. He is also tall.

"What a j*rk," I said and raised my voice for him to hear.

"W-wait! What are you doing ?!" startled question to me by the good doctora.

I removed the dextrose from my pulse. Stubborn patient pala, ah. The man looks stressed so I hope he can be more stressed now.

It seems like I just don’t have the removal of my dextrose from my wrist.

"I'm going home," I said in a cold tone.

I just held my wound by my side then I got up.

"What the f*ck ?!" I heard he was cheap so I smiled even more.

"M-Miss, what are you. B-maybe your wound will open even more!" said the doctora. I gave him a sweet smile before I walked closer to the door of that private room.

I blushed when my forehead and nose hit the man's hard chest. Did it block my path?

"Don't block my way, dimwit."

"Let me help you so that your wound will open more," he said and he removed my hand from my side and then put his hand on my wound. My lips parted. How dare him!

He heard all sorts of cheap things from my mouth and I almost choked on the pain.

Our bodies were so close to each other and I was counted. Her scent also bites me. And I don’t care if I like the smell of him!

"Kier!"

"She's stubborn, doctora, eh," he said and rubbed his palm again.

Cause I was sobbing. Urgh! I shouldn’t have cried! Why did I suddenly become emotional ?!

His robe was tangled because my fist clenched there.

"Just f*cking kill me," I told him before I lost my conscious. But before that, I heard him cussing. J*rk.

I woke up again and I was still in the hospital. Where's Lay? Did he follow me before or maybe put away my clutter before? Tsk.

I got up carefully and grabbed my nose. I don't have my sunglasses anymore. Dimwit that, maybe deleted again.

I smiled when I saw that it was just on the bed side table, I reached for it and put it on.

I looked at my pulse then I removed the dextrose for the second time around. My right hand stroked my long hair. I slowly stood up and walked closer to the door. I'm still in a hospital gown. The nurses will definitely take care of me too.

I heaved a sigh, I looked again at the bed and the coach inside. I don't have any clothes I can change into so I can get out of here now.

I don’t want to be in the hospital, I’m feeling I’m going to be in serious pain here.

Maybe I can do something so that the doctors don't notice me and get stuck right away.

I turned the doorknob open then I went out. I smiled when I saw no doctor roaming in this area. Maybe this floor is a private room so it's quiet and uncrowded. Well, it's really private.

I started walking and waited for the elevator door to open. I was still looking around. If you are scared you may not want to land on this floor. Why is it so quiet here?

I heard the sound of the elevator and I turned my gaze there. I was about to take the elevator when I was suddenly startled. Because there was a doctor on board. He is tall and looks like a model.

My heart pounded suddenly. The man is very familiar to me. Gray eyes and thick eyebrows. The nose is piercing. Seriously if he can stare at me. It was cold but it seemed like there was judgment and then it was like anger even though there was no emotion on his face.

He lowered his gaze to my pulse. I raised an eyebrow and hid my hand behind my back because there was a small drop of blood when I removed my dextrose earlier.

The doctor stepped forward something I backed away. I was suddenly scared, eh! Then I was still nervous for unknown reasons.

My eyebrows rose even more even though he couldn't see them because of the size of the sunglasses I was wearing.

He took a series of steps closer to me so I backed away.

Until I feel like I have nothing left to do. What's going on with this man? And he seems to be mad at me, ah!

My head tilted as he placed his right arm on the side of my head.

Dug, dug, dug, that's the sound of my heart. Who is this?!

He touched my sunglasses so that's when I woke up. I slapped his hand and stared at him even though he couldn't see.

"I can't see your eyes, but I know you look bad on me," he said sarcastically.

Even his voice is very familiar to me as well. It's like I've heard that. I just don’t remember.

"Who the h*ck are you ?!" I asked him coldly and suddenly I also remembered the man earlier in my private room.

He was the groundbreaking doctor earlier.

His eyebrows met and he bared.

"Stubborn patient," he whispered and pulled me by the arm.

"H-hey! Don't touch me, dimwit. You have germs," ​​I said emphatically and the grasshopper, he just smiled at me and then he brought my hand on his forehead down to his neck. Ew!

He even wiped it with the sweat on his neck which made me even more irritated!

"iwww!" I said and he laughed suddenly. I was stunned. Why is the tone of her voice so sexy? It seemed seductive and amused to be amused.

Wait a minute ... who is this? Why do I seem to know?